Page 83 of I Blame the Rival

“So… do you come here often?”

He delivers the line with a straight face but it works to break the tension. A giggle slips out of my mouth and the humid air flows back into my lungs.

“About once a day. How about you?”

He shrugs, “First time.”

I laugh and inch a little bit closer. Skylar flicks his eyes down my body, the slow perusal making my skin flush with awareness. He swallows and it suddenly dawns on me that there is not a lot of space in this shower stall.

“Are you shaking because you’re cold or because you’re scared?”

“Both.” I admit sheepishly, crossing my arms over my chest, “I’ve never done this before.”

“Had a shower? It’s actually pretty easy.”

I laugh, “No, I’ve done that. Showering is the one thing I am good at.”

Skylar tilts his head, “You’re good at a lot of things, Flower. But maybe you could show me how it’s done.”

He reaches up and grabs the shampoo balancing precariously on the shelf above us. I study the harsh lines of his body, admiring the lean juts of bone and muscle pushing through pale skin. Nico was right, Skylar is on the skinny side, but I wouldn’t want him any other way.

My eyes drop to the one part of him I haven’t seen yet.

The books I read put a lot of emphasize on size, but honestly, I’ve never really given much thought to a guy’s dick size before. My one and only sexual experience was sotraumatic that I didn’t have time to wonder if the anatomy hurting me was above average or not.

Staring at Skylar’s dick though, I can see why people get hyper focused on size. He’s not big but it still manages to bring a blush to my face.

Because I think it might be the perfect size.

“Hold out your hands.”

He smiles, clearly having caught me checking out his junk. Giving him a sheepish smile, I hold out my hands and he pours shampoo on them.

“Are you going to watch me wash my hair?”

“No.” Skylar takes my hands and pulls me closer, “I’m going to wash your hair and you’re going to wash mine.”

“Oh.”

I close my eyes as he guides me into the stream of hot water. Goosebumps rise along my skin as the warmth rushes through me. Gentle fingers tilt my head back, ducking my head under the water. The cool slide of shampoo hits my hair before Skylar starts massaging it in, his wet body gently pressing against mine.

Lathering the liquid in my hands, I reach up and thread my hands through his damp hair, watching the way his eyes flutter down at my touch. Rubbing my fingers against his scalp, I scrape my nails over his ears and down the back of his neck, leaving a trail of bubbles in my wake.

Giddiness rises up inside me and I scoop up more shampoo to smear it along his chest. Laughter escapes as I dab bubblesalong his torso, casually decorating his nipples and belly button with white foam.

“Someone’s caught her second wind.”

Amusement dances through Skylar’s gaze when he looks at me, the smile in his eyes almost as beautiful as the one painting his face.

I give him a modest shrug, “Just practicing my art skills.”

“Uh huh.”

Skylar steals a clump of foam from his chest and smears it on mine. I shriek and jump back, but he manages to trap me in the corner and smear more bubbles across my cheek. I’m so busy laughing that I don’t notice how close we are until I feel the nudge against my stomach.

I look down and see the tip of his cock pressing against me.

Skylar

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